Kadaisi Bench Karthi: One for your spam folder
There's almost nothing positive about this film, just a truckload of issues that will make you laugh for the wrong reasons
At a time when filmmakers are increasingly steering away from scripts that require its hero to stalk and/or engage in moral policing, director Ravi Bhargavan goes against the wind with Kadaisi Bench Karthi which sees Bharath in a never-before-seen role (more of a hope-we-never-see-again role). There's almost nothing positive about this film, which, to double the misery, is a bilingual. Just a truckload of issues that will make you laugh for the wrong reasons.
Cast: Bharath, Ruhani Sharma, Angana Roy
Director: Ravi Bhargavan
Long story short, the film is a wannabe Manmathan. The hero has a bad notion about women after being 'used' by a girl. As one might expect, there's a bar song ranting about women, but it's the lyrics of this song that will leave you in splits: 'Facebook love-le kick ille, Twitter love-le mabbu ille'.
To say there's bad lip sync would be an understatement. Sometimes, dialogues run well after the actors stop talking. So, what exactly are they talking about? In one scene, our hero advises a college girl (of course, after the customary slap), who is ready to please him and his friends for money. "Intha odambu kalyanam aagura varaikum appa ammavuku sontham, kalyanam aagiduchuna un purushanuku sontham," he says, and even before you can begin to outrage, he goes on: "Condom pota pulle porakurathey thadukalam, maanam poratha ille." At this point, you realise there's no point outraging. I simply burst out laughing.
When it's a college story, you usually have a scene that has guys sitting around and talking rubbish. Here, a guy tells his friends how he taught his friend to consummate his marriage by lending him a porn film. The story ends with the guy saying that the couple went on to see the complete film, as the woman in the film was actually the bride. It's not just the men in this film who have such conversations. In another scene, a bunch of girls discuss how the overall size of a man is inversely proportional to the size of his you-know-what. One girl interrupts and says, "32 inches TV ah irunthalum, 52 inches TV ah irunthalum, remote ennavo five inches thaandi." The film is non-stop.
What's a hero without fight scenes? So, we have a random gang of men who drop by just to get beaten up. The reason why there's a fight scene is even more ludicrous. Apparently, the heroine is into the habit of luring guys only to get them to donate blood. This bunch, unruly as they are, instead try to force her to give blood. By then, frankly, I was ready to lose mine, if it meant freedom from this film.
The director, throughout the film, tries to force his message that sex before marriage is a no-no. But in one scene, the hero himself tries to lure the heroine to do the same. The film ends with a note from the director that says love is sacred in our country and that pre-marital sex is equal to 'crossing borders', which he claims is akin to terrorism. I'll leave you with that.